Alois Zimmerman staggered out of the grass with his pants in hand, a smile of satisfaction on his face. The intermittent whispers of silver in the grass behind and the flames of war on the lawn and even in the villa not far away were signs that the party was far from over.

As a naval captain who graduated from the Orthodox Naval Academy, Alois had always had a bad impression of the Combat School, but in just a few months, his impression has changed greatly, as the Combat Admiral called Trigger said, everyone in the Combat School is friendly and willing to 'share'. This kind of sharing is really exciting, much more exciting than hugging your own secretary ship. It's a pity that Alois's own shipwreck is also from the orthodox Naval Academy, and she is as self-conscious as those nobles, and she can't understand the beauty of this sharing. But after going back, you can also try this kind of bundling play with your own shipwive, presumably they are still happy when there is only one man.

Standing in the drizzle and being blown by the cold wind, Alois's stomach churned, and he vomited on the railing, and when he looked up, he vaguely heard a commotion coming from the harbor, as if there were intermittent explosions. At first, Alois thought it was another wave of people partying, Christmas Eve was coming to an end, and everyone needed to vent on the night of serving alone overseas without their families.

But the message sent to him by the secretary ship instantly sobered him up: Admiral, enemy attack! The dock is sabotage!

Before he could react, he heard a gunshot close at hand, and Alois felt a sharp pain in his thigh. As he fell to the ground, he saw the trigger rushing towards him with a gun.

The trigger lifted him up, waved his hand and shouted, "Brothers, hurry up!" Let's go to the dock to support first, and when the big army comes ashore, this is ours. Butter said, what you grab is your own! ”

Alois then saw more than a dozen men rush up, as well as several other Navy colleagues like him who were also being taken hostage.

The dock is not far away, but the road is extremely tormenting for Alois, and the continuous explosions resound. As a qualified admiral, Alois could hear the caliber of the artillery by his voice, most of which were 203 mm high-explosive ammunition, and even 240 mm shells. The artillery shells in the direction of the Marine barracks were the most intensive, followed by the town guards.

When he came to the dock and saw the shadowy landing ships in the harbor, Alois knew that Jergis was finished! He couldn't figure out how the other party had bypassed the alert reconnaissance ship outside the harbor.

This would rewind the clock to two hours ago.

Colonel Lange Walter was called out in his sleep by his shipwive: "Admiral, an Italian destroyer has been spotted outside the harbor. When our ship's mother arrived, she found that the other party was suspected of laying mines. ”

"Damn it! What does that Cato Miroda want to do?! Is he going to go to war at Christmas?! "Colonel Lange Walter has not yet recovered from his wake-up up.

"No, Admiral, in fact, a similar situation has been found in ports along the eastern coast of Tunisia. The Bengardan channel was even blocked, presumably by submarine mines. ”

"How so? Didn't that Xu Zhonglin just get married yesterday? Isn't there a big fashion show going to be held today? ”

Lange's secretary was a little embarrassed: "Yes, many of our shipwives have been selected as catwalk models, and many of those who were not selected have followed yesterday to participate in a personal fashion design competition. ”

"What did Prince Eugen say?" Colonel Lange Walter knew that he could not call the shots, so he could only inquire about the outcome of the situation.

"The prince has ordered the patrol ships to drive them away."

Lange Walter nodded, he didn't see anything wrong with Prince Eugen's orders. In the past six months, the friction between the two sides has been escalating, but they have tacitly controlled it within a relatively low intensity range, and neither side wants to tear their faces.

It's just that he didn't expect that two hours later, everything would be different.

When he received the news that Susé, Amra, Suhaila, and Gergis were attacked at the same time, the whole person was dizzy.

How can it be?!

That was his first thought, and the Italian advance in the Middle East was not going well, with the long battlefield dragging down most of their military power. How could they go to war with Austria-Hungary at this time? Are the Italians crazy?!

But the truth still happened after all, and before he had time to think about it, he was shocked by the bad news one after another.

The Gulf of Tunis is a bay about the size of the Gulf of Gabes, where two-thirds of the Austro-Hungarian forces in Tunisia are concentrated. Now blockaded by the British fleet, it also meant that the Austro-Hungarian maritime power in Tunisia was blocked in the port of Carthage and could not support Sfax.

The bad news was not over, and the French fleet followed on the northern side of the strait between Sfax and the Gellganai Islands. The reason is the same as that of Britain and Italy, to search for the fugitive shipwive.

Three countries jointly attack Austria-Hungary!

Is there something wrong with the moral will? If not, why would Britain, France and Italy unite to attack Tunisia?

Now Lange Walter didn't have time to think about these questions, and the bad news followed: "The docks of Sfax have been shelled by Italian capital ships. Our capital ships can't leave the port! ”

Finished! It's all over!

Just when Lange Walter was in despair, his secretary ship reported: "Admiral, Prince Eugen has ordered all of our shipwives to force their way out of Sinai to meet the enemy, and the destroyers and submarines will be the first to launch a lightning charge!" ”

The wharf in Sfax is a concrete wharf, which is much stronger and more expensive than the average wooden high-pile wharf, so it is not available in small ports or even small towns. And there is also a spare floating dock, it is not a problem for the ship's ladies to summon the hull, but the key is that if they are forced out of the port under such a fierce shelling by the other side, the loss must be not small. Fortunately, the port of Sfax is very large, stretching for nearly 30 kilometers from north to south, and there is no barrier outside the port, so it is relatively easy to break through.

"Ridiculous!" Lange Walter almost jumped. What a stupid IQ it must be to give such an order. It's easy for ship girls to summon the hull, but what about after leaving the port? Italy's capital ships are at the door, and the most basic tasks of formation and escort cannot be carried out, not to mention the battle formation, how can this be fought?!

"Prince Eugen has just sent a note to Italy, France and Great Britain, and all three countries have said that they have no knowledge of the incident. And guarantees that there are no intentions to invade Tunisia. It was most likely a private act, so she assumed that the other side would not dare to actually fight us. ”

Take it personally! Lange Walter calmed down, and then thought about the ports that were landed, and in an instant he figured out that the other party's purpose this time was resources! Then the conflict of the past six months, the tension in the Gaelganai Islands in the last week, is well explained...... Hate, he was deceived!